Blue. She needed blue. Paige looked around her paint box for the blue she wanted and not finding it, she let out a small sigh. “Mom, could you…” And then she remembered and another sigh escaped her. A sad one. She dropped her brushes and buried her face in her hands willing herself to not cry. It was Nancy’s accident that was making her get emotional. She was not like this. She was not this weak. She had promised she would not cry. She would not.
Wiping her face furiously, she continued her painting until well past six and the only reason she stopped was that she was exploring the use of natural light and there was none of that left. She wondered what Cade was doing. Was he thinking of her?
The doorbell rang bringing her out of her reverie. “Cade.” She exclaimed surprised but he did not
